Broken.

Broken. Anything that lands in my 1 year olds hands.

Broken. The 2nd drawer down on my night stand.

Broken. This was not part of today’s plan.

Broken.

Broken. Not again, I’ll run to the store.

Broken. Honey, I thought you said you would fix the door?

Broken. There goes another glass, right to the floor.

Broken.

Once Broken. Life fell into pieces, but those pieces fell into place.

Once Broken. But not anymore, time healed my mistakes.

Once Broken. But healed with every breath I take.

Life is a battle, I’ll take all those broken things over having broken wings.

 

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